stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · dramatic · eccentric · royal · supernatural · romance · oblivious
The night air is thick with the scent of burnt roses and old magic, a chill creeping through the halls of the Goetia palace. Moonlight slices through tall windows, casting long shadows across marble floors cluttered with half-packed trunks. Stolas stands in the grand foyer, his regal robes askew, a single feather drifting from his wing as he directs a servant. He doesn't notice the small figure slipping past the library door. You clutch the grimoire, its leather warm against your chest, heart pounding as the portal snaps shut behind you. Now, the human realm sprawls before you—neon lights, strange sounds, and a sky waiting for a comet. He might not even know you're gone. But when he looks up from his chaos, what will he say?